With one arm, her hand instinctively covered her eyes from the sunlight’s warm rays, kissing her face. She then groaned, rolled to the right side of her bed, and grunted from the soreness of her throat.
Isabella had never been in the kind of situation where she was at the moment. She wanted to puke but at the same time stop moving so her head would stop spinning. Hangover hits like s**t, she thought.
Was it morning already? She wasn’t sure, but as her head started recalling what happened last night, her head began to pump painfully. And instead of putting pressure to remember, she yawned and extended her arms. Surely she had done nothing embarrassing last night, and she was confident.
The ocean-blue-eyed woman stared back at her when she decided to get up. Facing her reflection in th
